Someone With Skill Steps To The Mic

Peyo You Straight Up Wack, I Can See Talent For You Is Lacked
Mortality Steppin In To Kill That, This Is Your Dooms Day Cuz I Got My Gat Packed
I've Heard Better Flow Come From A Parrot, Bitch Ya Styles Generic
Your Style Like Abercrombie And Fintch I dont see how you can wear it, My Skill Against Yours No Need To Compare It
My Skill So ILL You Can't Defeat It, You Could Beat Me? I Dont Believe It
Your Style So Old I Done Seen It, Your Flows Like Your Dick You Need To Clean It
Bitch My Title I Still Hold, Ya Rhymes Wouldn't Stand Out If You Typed Them In Bold
Ya Record So Uneven It's Hard To Fold,Ya Rhymes Would Shine Even If They Was Plated In Gold
Maybe Your Punches Would Of Had Effection If They Weren't Oddly Shaped, Bitch You So UnHeard I Think You Have Your Mouth Taped
You Wanted To Give Me A Loss But I Escaped, If You Was In Prision I Bet You Still Wouldn't Get Raped